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I see his face in the smoke
though he has only gone fourteen days
I feel the weight of absenteeism
It is only proper for a twenty year old man
to leave the nest
strike out on his own and find his way in the world
it is only normal for me to suffer this loss
for I not only have lost a son
but a friend
but loss to too harsh
four hours travel time is not eternity
it is distance
and that space holds weight
this is a positive story
of evolution and growth
natural order and regular happenings
I can’t help
feeling sad
I might be wanted and loved
but I am no longer needed /
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
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I see his face in the smoke
though he has only gone fourteen days
I feel the weight of absenteeism
It is only proper for a twenty year old man
to leave the nest
strike out on his own and find his way in the world
it is only normal for me to suffer this loss
for I not only have lost a son
but a friend
but loss to too harsh
four hours travel time is not eternity
it is distance
and that space holds weight
this is a positive story
of evolution and growth
natural order and regular happenings
I can’t help
feeling sad
I might be wanted and loved
but I am no longer needed /
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